She holds them up for him to take, resting her free hand on his waist and rising up onto her toes to kiss him hello- which would be easier if she were still wearing her shoes, actually, but she'd taken them off to navigate poolside, and she's in a good mood, and she doesn't mind that he's obnoxiously tall or that he's incredibly reluctant to let her wander too far from him lately.

“I am,” she says, insouciantly lacking in modesty, “and I like it here.” In case he'd failed to notice that, somehow.